The gaps between the words were filled with densely packed, crooked "Shen Feng" characters. Thinking that this handwriting had come from Spider Nest City of the Aztec civilization, a place from thousands of years ago that had nothing to do with him, Shen Feng felt a chill crawl down his spine.
He shrank his neck, utterly unable to make sense of it.
What the hell was this thing?
The Aztec civilization's Diary of a Madman?
Quite a few fragments of shattered sacrificial stones lay scattered across the ground. Their fractured surfaces were extremely smooth, even reflective. Despite the darkness, they still caught the fluorescent light and reflected Shen Feng's figure.
Amid thousands upon thousands of fragments were thousands upon thousands of Shen Fengs, changing movements along with him. Because of the angles, they seemed to act independently, making the sight especially eerie.
The writing of the Aztec civilization had been studied and deciphered by many people, though not completely. The scripts used by each tribal kingdom also differed.
Before coming here, Shen Feng had downloaded relevant materials. Now, he entered all the symbols carved into the ground into the Silicon-Based Brain and began comparing and deciphering them.
Very quickly, he had finished comparing them against his entire database, yet he found the meanings of only a few characters.
They were the characters before his name, "Shen Feng."
They meant "Destroyer of the World."
Destroyer of the World, Shen Feng.
Shen Feng was filled with doubt. He had initially thought these characters referred to him appearing here today and blowing up the sacrificial stone, but instead, they had given him some title as a destroyer.
After being a savior for so long, suddenly being described this way by a prophecy from thousands of years ago felt rather awkward.
But naturally, he